C390 Real Person Reappearance

Seventh day of the first month, at midnight.

In the vast South Sea of the Ziloong Continent, the moon was bright and the sea clear. A three-masted sloop that was almost nine Zhang long was slowly sailing towards the south. A gentle, calm sea breeze blew from the bow, passing the side of the boat, touching the deck, caressing the white sails, and lingering over the stern.

The wind vibrated